Damon Wordsmith had not slept.
The moment he closed his eyes, he saw her.
Dark hair.
Bright eyes.
The scent that had nearly driven his wolf mad.
His mate.
The word alone made him furious.
He sat behind the large desk in his office as dawn broke outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. The Alpha House was quiet, but inside Damon, a storm raged.
His wolf had spent the entire night demanding the same thing.
Find her.
Protect her.
Claim her.
Damon hated every second of it.
A knock came on the office door.
“Enter.”
Beta Lucas walked inside carrying a thick file.
“The report you requested.”
Damon immediately straightened.
“Tell me.”
Lucas placed the file on the desk.
“We worked through the night.”
Damon opened it.
Inside were photographs of Serah.
Information.
Addresses.
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